I was shot through the heart,
my soul stabbed into oblivion.
I could feel my skin turn white under his eyes.
Trying to deal with that obsesion about me.
Crying inside to hide the dammage.
Wondering "why an I in the middle of his damn marrige?"
Running from him,
Running for my dreams, my futer, my life.
I know one day I will see him again,
Some how I know I'll never get rid of him.
"Come home with me and we'll drive to the horizon" is what he told me once.
One simple no, and a hundred times more, suicide was now on his mind.
I wish he would, to end my fears, to calm me.
Maybe them I wouldn't search the roads for that damn lumina, and when that happens, I'll be calm, I'll be free. |
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